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Give me a pair of scissors Something sharp Let it cut deep into my skin Making my heart bleed The strings are a tangled mess Everything is ruined The puppet master holds me up But I cannot move freely I am bound to old strings Worn strings I want to cut myself free If I do... Would there be anything left for me? I feel the blade in my hand The match in the other Am I burning bridges? Or trying to make a garden bloom? Give me a pair of scissors What I cut away will allow me to grow What I cut away will allow me to move What I cut away will allow me freedom
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
Cutting Ties
Give me a pair of scissors Something sharp Let it cut deep into my skin Making my heart bleed The strings are a tangled mess Everything is ruined The puppet master holds me up But I cannot move freely I am bound to old strings Worn strings I want to cut myself free If I do... Would there be anything left for me? I feel the blade in my hand The match in the other Am I burning bridges? Or trying to make a garden bloom? Give me a pair of scissors What I cut away will allow me to grow What I cut away will allow me to move What I cut away will allow me freedom
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dhalen
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
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